You make me want to slam my head against the wallYou make me do the limboYou make me want to buy a Slurpee at the mallYou make me watch the Gong ShowThere's really something kinda strange about you, baby, But I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make meYou make meYou make meThat's what you do to me

You make me want to hide a weasel in my shortsYou make me want to phone homeYou make me want to write a dozen book reportsThen pack myself in StyrofoamSometimes you make me want to build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles

You make meYou make meYou make meThat's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

You make me want to hang out in a trailer parkThen take my hamster to the beachYou make me want to do my laundry in the darkAnd use a recommended bleachWhen I'm with you I don't know whether I should study neurosurgery Or go to see the Care Bears movie

You make meYou make meYou make meThat's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

That's what you do to meThat's what you do to meThat's what you do to meYou make me want to break the laws of time and spaceYou make me want to eat porkYou make me want to staple bagels to my faceThen remove 'em with a pitchforkYou know there's something quite unusual about you But I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make meYou make meYou make meThat's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do-do-do-do-do to me

(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do(You make me) That's what you do to me